His Second Wife by Favor V April

I lay beside my wife, regretting my actions once more, but this time there was nothing I could do to undo what I’d already done. The fucking control was something I failed to maintain. I couldn’t let her down. But, on the other hand, how long would she be willing to put up with it? I was terrified that I would lose her, and now I am even more terrified than I was before. As she drifted off to sleep, I stared at her. She was flawless in every way. What was she doing at the swingers’ club if she wasn’t having sex? You might wonder? People who frequent such establishments do so in order to have sex. Camille never had sex. My first cherry-popping experience, and it had to be with my wife! This is fantastic, to say the least. I never thought I’d ever sleep with a virgin since I couldn’t see one growing up. Each and every person I came across had a wealth of knowledge when it comes to sex. I even thought virgins would be lame, but my wife, Camila Grayston, was the fucking opposite of lame. It’s safe to say that she banged me on the spot. She met my thrusts with the deftness of someone who had been doing it for years. This woman is going to be the death of me. I kissed her and drew her close to me and whispered.

“I love you.” I did not receive a response. She was already fast asleep. As she slept, a flood of filthy thoughts rushed through my mind. In the end, I caved into my passion and did exactly what my subconscious wanted me to do. I lifted Camille up and placed her on top of me, forcing my crotch deep into her pussy with my bare hands. She winced in response to the agony, but then her eyes opened to greet mine. She rubbed her eyes and returned to her sleep with a smile. Slowly, carefully, and with my cock still in her pussy, I positioned her by her side of the bed and brought her close to me. And we slept with my cock still in her pussy.

She slowly opened her eyes to meet mine. Last night, she was a little tipsy. I’m hoping she’ll remember what we did. She brushed her lips against mine, which caught me completely off guard. And I pressed myself forward. She moaned in the kiss. Immediately, I recognized her desire and gave it to her. Damn, this woman is going to be the end of me. I began slowly thrusting my hips as her hands drew me into a passionate kiss. I wasn’t planning on having sex this morning, but my cock was already firm within her. I lifted her leg and immediately began thrusting. Her breasts swung up and down in response to my thrusts. I pulled her over and began hammering deep inside her with one of her tits tucked into my mouth. By the time I was finished, she was struggling to catch her breath. She rose and made her way to the bathroom. No matter how enraged Camila becomes, she

~Camila’s POV~

of me knew that we’d do more than drink. Well, initially I thought we would only touch. Everything devolved into an out-of-control smooching fiesta and then into endless fucking. Chris’ cock intruded on my space in ways that I had never been invaded before. It struck all the proper areas in my virgin kitty, and it caused me to yell his name over and over again for the rest of the evening. I had a fucking fiesta last night, which was a fucking blast. I was having so much fun that I woke up to yet another scorching feeling, which coincided with my pussy overflowing. I knew I wanted him to do what he did to me last night. But I can’t tell him. I’m too shy to tell him I want him to explore my pussy all over again. I looked at his well-sculpted chest with the eyes of a ravenous young hyena. Unfortunately, my kitty was not up to the challenge. It failed me terribly. It

Damn it!